You

The still air suddenly vibrates
Like song notes,
Pouring over me
In an exhale of possibility,
Pulling my chest higher
Rope burning my wrists
Every pore on edge

And I hear
A sharp inhale
Your low hum

My head lolles back
Throat exposed
Nipples tight
Cunt slicking my thighs

Balanced on my toes,
I feel your gaze
Print on my flesh

Lines of my skin
Waiting to be coerced
To rise, to fall, to curve
Into your touch

To be everything
I can
I should
I need
To be

Writhing
Moaning
Fucking
Evolving

Your breath whispers at my skin,
Thunders through my aching muscles
I whimper.

Now